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*This Story has been adopted. Details within* Annabeth. She claims to know everything but she doesn't know me. She doesn't know anything about me. She doesn't understand why I'm so childish sometimes. She doesn't know about Gabe and the effect he had on me. She doesn't know my pain and deepest secrets. She doesn't know me but she acts like she does. She doesn't understand that when I say "I'm not comfortable with sex" that means to stop trying. She doesn't understand why when someone yells at me I flinch. She doesn't understand that when she calls me stupid I get flashbacks to Gabe "beating some brains" into me. She doesn't understand that when she gets mad and slaps me I end up having panic attacks or cutting myself. Everyone thinks they know me, but they don't have a clue. I am Perseus Achilles Jackson and I want to fucking die, but I can't because I have to keep saving this gods forsaken world.
Chapter 1 *EDITED*
